Yellow Paint

After hearing this tale about Van Gogh eating yellow paint to feel "brighter" on the inside since yellow was a "happy" color even though he knew it was bad, it inspired me.

Swallow the pills to get you numb.

Smoke the cigarettes, even if it destroys your lungs.

Drink the poison until you see the bottom of the bottle.

Cut to bleed even if it stains the tiles.

You do anything, anything to heal. To feel.

Or maybe to distance yourself to anything that was once real.

Press on the gas until you can’t see anything you drive past.

Accept the chocolate and roses he sends, even when you know she wasn’t “just a friend.”

Wipe her tears, hold her close, and apologize with the bloody scratch mark across your eye.

Hold the lighter close to your skin to show the fire that burns within.

So drink the poison.

Embrace the toxins.

Be the Van Gogh in your life.

Consume your yellow paint until you’re bright inside.

For God knows you’re desperate for anything that makes you feel alive .

Author's Note

What is your poison?

Reviews

[Relic]

Not bad. I can see your point about what people will do to make themselves different in a way that's more positive even if they know the poison they pick is detrimental to their health.

[ms. barrie]

stunning portrayal of how unhealthy, extreme addictions can really
turn one into a complete puppet...and of van gogh's
torturous heart...mental illness * i presume * -- i never actually read a complete biography
of him, but just know very few details. only tiny suggestion is to perhaps change
the font color to maybe a darker yellow (less bright)...otherwise...this is a
great write.

i hope you've been well :) ~ barrie